Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.